"Hmm… Are you sure you don't want anything else?" I asked, studying him carefully.
Luca, still standing at the edge of the stone path just outside the restaurant, gave a small nod.
"Yes, I am."
I stared at him for a moment longer, waiting for a joke, a smirk, something unserious.
But no. His eyes were steady.
"…Alright then," I murmured, arms folding gently.
He offered a casual wave—awkward, as always—and thanked me softly.
Then he turned and walked off, hands in his pockets, the moonlight casting faint silver over his violet hair.
I watched him go, silent.
The click of his boots against stone slowly faded, swallowed by the hush of the noble quarter.
That request… why?
Of all things he could have asked for—status, favors, information, power—he chose that?
I frowned, arms tightening.
It didn't sit wrong. It just… surprised me.
Why something like that? What is he really thinking?
And then—
A jolt of realization struck through me like cold water down my spine.
"Ahh—!"
